I was, truthfully, far better than all the other maiko, but Kazaharu-sensei required me to be perfect. I was perfect. I thought the decision to study ...broad was my own, but in hindsight, it was Mother’s. For years, she dropped very subtle hints suggesting that only the most brilliant women could learn to be successful in more than one culture. In hindsight, she was hoping that I would not debut and would never go back to the hanamachi. She played me like a shamisen. That was the first time I. Clipping her stockings on, really made her feel sexy; and that familiar tingle let its presence be felt between her legs. Mary picked up the black skirt and stepped into it; she pulled it up to her waist and zipped it up and it accentuated her neat curves around her bum. The blouse felt cool around her breasts, making her nipples look even bigger, and she buttoned it up knowing that they stood proud beneath that sheer white blouse. She turned toward the mirror and brushed her hair. It was then. ” Explained Doctor Strange as he stood opposite from the sedated monster, giving it the same studious attention as Reed was. “About a year ago there was an incident in Ontario; a murder at a meat processing plant that lead the killer to try and dispose of the body by tossing the corpse in the meat processor. In the span of 42 hours several towns had been cursed instantly after consuming the meat.”“My goodness!”“Indeed, a joint effort with SHIELD, Alpha Flight, the X-Men and Avengers were called. Motorcycles still carried a bit of the stigma of the past, Hells Angels, greaser gangs, low life types considered unsuitable for private college mid century and I was leaning toward the motorcycle margin of society versus where I was probably supposed to be headed. I was doing one of the dirty jobs usually held by the less educated. For a time nobody at school knew what I did for a living since most of the students didn’t work. But I found I somehow really fit better into the lower income sect.